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October 28, 2005 at 5:46 pm #16385FonkParticipant
DISCLAIMER: These characters are the property of Mutant Enemy. This fan fiction uses parts of the episode "The Wish" which was written by Marti Noxon. I did not create the characters nor the scenario that inspired my take. Thank you for reading.
——————————————Cordelia Chase and her new friend Anya are walking through the quad of Sunnydale High. As usual in the little Californian town, the sun is shining. Students are chatting to each other. "Buffy Summers," Cordelia was saying. "That's when all my troubles started." A blast of pain shot through her side and Cordelia moved a hand to clutch it. "When she moved here."
Anya looked concerned. "Are you OK?" Cordelia winced. "Oh, I just pulled some stitches last night. Know why?" She turned to look at the hated Buffy. "Surprise. It was Buffy's fault." Anya followed Cordelia's line of sight and saw Buffy and her group of friends chatting to each other. Anya frowns whilst Cordelia seethes but before she can say anything else they are interrupted by Harmony.
"Oh, hey, it's Garbage Girl. Loved the look last night, Cor. Dumpster chic for the dumped." Her clan of friends barged past Cordelia and Anya. Cordelia put on her best "very funny" face but she's really hurt. She looked down at the floor after the gang left. Anya appeared to make a decision and removed her pendant, the one that she said gave her good luck. "Here. I think you need this more than I do right now." Cordelia moved her hair out of the way as Anya fastened the clasp around her neck. "Yeah, I can use some luck. And a stick with pointy, sharp bits. If that Buffy wasn't… I swear. She's a pain."
"But Xander," Anya interrupted. "He's an utter loser. Don't you wish…" Cordelia appeared stuck on her own train of thought. "I never would've looked twice at Xander if Buffy hadn't made him marginally cooler by hanging with him," she mused. Anya looked over at Buffy again, trying to imagine what it was about the girl that could make Xander seem cooler. "Really?"
"Yeah, I swear! She's got – " Cordelia stopped herself. A month ago she would never have revealed the fact that Buffy had powers to anyone. But that was a month ago. "She's got powers," she whispered. "Powers?" said Anya, even more confused than before. "Her? But she's so… small." "I know!" replied Cordelia. "What's the point of being super strong if no-one knows you're super-strong?" She sighed. "I wish I was twice as strong as Buffy and it showed."
That was the cue Anyanka had been waiting for. She turned back to Cordelia, her face now covered in inhuman scars and welts. She spoke the single word that would seal the Wish. "Done." In a flash of light Cordelia vanished from the world.
An instant later Cordelia found herself floating in nothingness. A vast, empty dark space. She looked down at herself. She was still wearing her clothes, thankfully: a blue cardigan and a sky-blue form-fitting dress. The pendant was still fastened around her neck too. "Huh," she said. Then a ripple of pain shot around her body. "Ow!" It was followed by another and then another, each more intense than the last. Cordelia looked down at her body and was astonished to find that she was growing!
The growth seemed to come from the bottom up. Firstly her calves began to expand. They slowly inflated into large, hard diamonds of pure power. Each was the size of a watermelon, sweat dripping from the exertion brought on by the change. Next her upper legs enlarged: layer upon layer of thick, dense muscles pushed into being. Huge ridges and valleys of strength bulged up. Veins popped into life all over the massive muscles, eager to feed the tremendous growth to new heights. When they had stopped growing, her legs had tripled in thickness.
Cordelia's glutes joined in the action. They pumped out slowly but surely to bowling-ball size, shape and firmness. Her perfect butt tore right through her dress. She slapped down on it and was shocked that it didn't move or jiggle at all. Next her abs began to expand. Previously practically non-existent, they slowly etched themselves onto her midsection. Then they pumped up rapidly with incredible size and power, the lines pushing deeper into her skin. When her abs had finished growing, even without flexing Cordelia could have stored pencils in the huge grooves.
Next Cordelia's pecs grew. The muscles bulged obscenely, growing to sizes no man could ever have achieved. Her breasts pushed forward on the mighty surf of thick, brawny chest muscle and tore the top of the dress clean off her body. Her bra straps dug into her skin painfully. To counterbalance her enormous chest growth, Cordelia's back muscles began to inflate and take on other-worldly definition and size. The tattered remnants of her dress fell off her body, just as her bra lost the fight, snapped and fell away.
The surge of power flooded into her arms. First her forearms expanded. They quickly hit the size of three baseball bats tied together, exploding out with sheer gargantuan size and strength. Her triceps grew into perfect, twitching horseshoe-shaped chunks of raw power. The growth of her biceps defied all convention. Starting off as golf-ball sized bumps, they quickly bulged up to the size of oranges, then beyond to the size of softballs. Cordelia was lost in the bliss of gaining strength and moaned aloud. Her biceps kept on going and reached the size of melons. They eventually stopped having reached the size of footballs, even when unflexed. Cordelia timidly flexed her arms and was rewarded by the sight of 36 inches apiece of astoundingly pure strength, split heads twitching and veins bulging. She had lost full range of motion of her arms. Her shoulders bulked up and out to support her magnificent arms and finally her neck thickened to twice its original size. Incredibly the pendant still hung on.
Cordelia looked down at her body. She had grown to inhuman size and strength, beyond what any human male bodybuilder could ever have dreamed of achieving. She saw the pendant glinting in the reflection of some unknown light and gasped. "I wish I was twice as strong as Buffy and it showed!" she breathed. "Thank you!" she cried. Just then the limbo world disappeared.
Cordelia found herself back on Earth, in one of Sunnydale's numerous dark alleys. She looked down at her outrageous body. She was wearing a very thin "danger red" bikini. Her briefs mostly disappeared in between the massive orbs of her butt. Her top consisted of small triangles that barely covered her hard nipples and thin strands that tied loosely around the back. Just. In her right hand was a stake. Then Cordelia noticed the hordes of vampires marching towards her. She curled her lip in a half-grin of triumph. "Come and get it, boys!" she roared and charged the horde.
——————————————Thanks to http://www.buffyworld.com/buffy/season3/transcripts/43_tran.shtml for the transcript that part of this fan fiction was based on. Thanks to you for reading! 😉
October 28, 2005 at 6:24 pm #16386Deadly PixxxieParticipant🙂
Cool.
October 28, 2005 at 8:11 pm #16387AnonymousGuestYeah!! "Cool" is not enough to describe it…
Maybe we could receive another part of this very, very, very promising adventure?October 28, 2005 at 10:19 pm #16388FonkParticipantMaybe we could receive another part of this very, very, very promising adventure?
Well, it was intended as a one-off but what the hey, you twisted my arm! 😉
DISCLAIMER: These characters are the property of Mutant Enemy. This fan fiction uses parts of the episode "The Wish" which was written by Marti Noxon. I did not create the characters nor the scenario that inspired my take. Thank you for reading.
———————————–Although her mass and size had gone through the roof, Cordelia had a surprising speed. She simply ran through the first two vampires, knocking them to the floor and staking them in one quick, efficient movement. The rest of the horde – some six or seven thugs – stood off her, contemplating the severely muscled-up beauty with some fear. She slowed down and walked seductively towards them, tossing her long mane of hair out of the way. "Do you know who you're dealing with?" she asked politely. They nodded. "The Über-Slayer," one said. Cordelia's eyes shone. "The Über-Slayer," she said to herself. "I like the sound of that." Addressing the group once more, she said, "Right first time. Don't worry – I'll make it quick."
The goons had practically lined up to meet her. Cordelia roundhoused the first and knocked him into the rest with such force that the rest of them flew full on into the wall. The squad staggered to its feet, stunned from the one simple knock-on blow. Cordelia profited from the confusion to stake them all with ease. She had not even broken a sweat; in fact, she felt that she hadn't exerted herself at all. "This body could come in very handy," she gloated. Eight little piles of dust began to shift and float away on the breeze. She brushed her hands. "That was easy," she crowed. She stood in the alley, the only living specimen of perfect feminine musculature. A long mane of dark brown hair decorated a back as wide as a car. Cordelia's breasts were backed up by pectoral muscles like basketballs. Each of her enormous, jutting abs was perfectly stacked underneath, her large obliques keeping them in shape. Her waist flared into legs as thick as the largest tree, lined with muscles so large and thick that Cordelia could have crushed reinforced concrete using them. Her butt was like two of the most beautiful, ripe fleshy peaches. Her calves were throbbing bulges of extreme and pure power. Cordelia's arms were immense: several layers of thick, dense, perfect muscle coated them from top to bottom. Her biceps were as big as footballs, even unflexed. Every part of her awe-inspiring body was impossibly powerful. Nothing on Earth could even make a dent on her skin, except herself. Nothing could stop her and she felt it from the tips of her toes through to the ends of her hair.
After a few moments coming to terms with that realisation, another thought struck her. "I wonder what Giles will have to say about this attack?" With that, the Über-Slayer headed in the direction of the school library, idly twirling her stake in her hand and not noticing the slight cracks her footfalls made on the pavement.
The sight of the enormous babe striding towards the library attracted more than a few stares. Cordelia only returned those of the biggest, strongest-looking guys. They got her million dollar smile and an instant erection. Once she reached the grounds of the school, Cordelia smiled to herself. "This is awesome," she sighed happily. "I'm back where I belong – the biggest babe on campus." She laughed at her unintentional joke. "In more ways than one!" She strode confidently into the library. Sure enough, Giles was still in there, pottering away with his precious books. At his side were Willow and Oz, each with a large and dusty volume of some forgotten lore in their laps and reading with absorbed expressions on their faces.
"Hello, gang!" Cordelia smiled, striding with supreme confidence into the room. "I just offed nine vampires," she announced, standing triumphantly on the opposite side of the desk to where the gang were reading. "Er. Good for you," said Giles. "I still really wish you would, er, do something about your attire. It's, um, totally unsuitable for a vampire slayer." He removed his glasses and began to polish them. "Oh, but, Giles," she pouted, "it's bikini season. And, don't you think I've got just the body for it?" she teased, pushing her gargantuan chest out and wiggling her hips. Giles frowned.
"Er, be that as it may," he said, looking uncomfortably at her, "don't you think it's rather, er, obvious?" Cordelia put on her "Duh!" look. "How can I hide this body away?!" she exclaimed, gesturing down at herself. "She's got a point," Oz agreed. "You couldn't hide her in the biggest sweatshirt in town." Cordelia moved to change the subject when she saw Willow go nearly the same shade of red as the killer bikini she was wearing.
"So, er," she said, having to think on her feet. "I had one of those weird dreams we vampire slayers sometimes get last night. I can only remember two names. Er, has anyone heard of Buffy Summers?" Giles and the others looked blank and slowly shook their heads. "No," admitted Giles. "I've not heard that name before." "Score!" thought Cordelia. "She must never have had to move from Hemery to come here!" Aloud she said, "And, the other one was… Anya?" Again the gang shook their heads. "No, I've not heard of anyone with that name either," said Giles. "Are you sure it was a dream?" he inquired. Cordelia noticed he was looking at the pendant very intently. "Er," she stumbled. "Maybe it was just a regular dream?" she shrugged. "Anyway, I'm off to the Bronze," she continued, smiling widely. "Who's with me?"
Giles looked very put out. "No, you have a duty to patrol tonight! You know that earlier today I discovered that there had been a massive, er, discharge of magical energy. I want you to make sure that this town is safe! In every generation there is a chosen one. She alone will stand against the vampires!" he insisted. "Yes," said Cordelia, "she is the Slayer. Yada, yada, yada. Can't you get some new material?" she pouted, putting a massive hand on her unbelievably-sized hip. "Anyway," she wondered, "how come I'm an Über-Slayer? What's the deal with that?" Giles blushed and looked away. "As you know, Cordelia, it's unprecedented in the whole of recorded Slayer lore. You seem to have twice the strength of a 'normal' Slayer and all the muscularity that goes with it." Cordelia grinned. "So if I wanted to go to the Bronze, you wouldn't be able to stop me?" Giles seemed to consider looking angry at her but thought better of it. "No," he conceded. "But I want you to stay alert!" Cordelia grinned widely at him. "I knew you'd come around to my way of thinking!" With that, she turned on her heel and strode out of the room.
"Giles," said Willow timidly. "I don't think that's our Cordelia." Giles nodded. "I'm fairly sure you're right. She wasn't wearing that pendant when she left here, was she?" The others shook their heads. "Follow her," Giles ordered. "I've got an idea about her new jewellery but I'll need to find the right text." Willow and Oz agreed to the plan and followed their friend out of the door.
"Hey, Cordelia, wait!" cried Willow as she spotted the hulking beauty walking out of the school gates. "We're coming with!" Oz hollered. Cordelia stopped and grinned. "Hurry up!" she yelled back. "I've got guys to seduce!" They caught up and the trio set off for the club of choice. Cordelia couldn't help herself. "So, where's Xander?" she inquired innocently. Oz and Willow were having to jog to keep up with her but when Cordelia spoke they both stopped and stared. Cordelia had gone on a couple of enormous strides before she realised that they'd stopped. She span to face them and saw looks of sadness on their faces.
"Cordelia…" Oz began. Willow burst into tears. Oz frowned and moved to hug his girlfriend. She practically collapsed onto him. He made shushing noises and stroked her hair. Cordelia looked very worried. "What did I say?" Oz looked up at her. "Xander's in the same place he's been for the past two years," Oz said. "The cemetery."
— TO BE CONCLUDED —October 29, 2005 at 12:28 am #16389David C. MatthewsParticipantOoh! can't wait to see how it ends.
I was (pleasantly) surprised that Cordelia was the subject of the FMG and not Buffy. I'd always noticed that Charisma Carpenter had sexier (e.g. more muscular) shoulders than Sarah Michele Gellar, and always kinda wished the actresses had reversed roles.
What I like best is that, aside from Cordelia's elation at being huge and muscular, I could imagine the characters actually acting and talking the way they did in this story. (I don't think the "real" Cord would like being that big, it's not "fashionable"; but that's what fan fiction is all about: "what would a character do if he/she was like this instead of like that?")
The only suggestion I'd make is to reconcile the inconsistent tenses at the beginning, wherein some of the story is written in present tense until it settles down into past tense.
But I'm looking forward to the rest.
October 29, 2005 at 1:16 am #16390JonParticipantThis is a fun story, both for Buffy and FMG fandom! Cordy got the wrong end of the stick a lot on both Buffy and Angel, it's good to see her Uberpowerful. 😀
October 29, 2005 at 2:11 am #16391FonkParticipantI was (pleasantly) surprised that Cordelia was the subject of the FMG and not Buffy. I'd always noticed that Charisma Carpenter had sexier (e.g. more muscular) shoulders than Sarah Michele Gellar, and always kinda wished the actresses had reversed roles.
I'm a bit of a Buffy fan (you'd never have guessed! :wink:) and I happen to know that Charisma Carpenter originally tried out for the role of Buffy. Sarah Michelle Gellar also originally tried for the Cordelia role!
The only suggestion I'd make is to reconcile the inconsistent tenses at the beginning, wherein some of the story is written in present tense until it settles down into past tense.
Yep, hand on heart, should have spotted that. I was reading from a transcript which recorded everything in the present tense, so the start was influenced by that, and then I switched to my natural past tense. 😳
Still, working on Part 3 as we speak! 😀
October 30, 2005 at 3:49 am #16392AnonymousGuestIt's cool!!
Poor Xander… I sure miss him – the one and only… Xander as to say it…October 30, 2005 at 6:27 am #16393gblock01ParticipantDefinitely nice.
November 2, 2005 at 1:52 am #16394FonkParticipantDISCLAIMER: These characters are the property of Mutant Enemy. This fan fiction uses parts of the episode "The Wish" which was written by Marti Noxon. I did not create the characters nor the scenario that inspired my take. Thank you for reading.
————————————-Cordelia stood very still. A whole range of emotions were bubbling up in her super-powered body. She was surprised to find that sadness and grief were uppermost. Oz was still trying to comfort the sobbing Willow. Cordelia reached a decision. She put her hands on her mighty hips and tried to find a way to frame the question. "How did it happen?" she asked quietly. Willow stopped crying and sniffed. "Don't you remember?" Cordelia shook her head and tried to invent an excuse for her behaviour – for not being the Cordelia of this world, a true heroine, and not the flouncing charlatan she was.
"I just… Well, I bumped my head yesterday, and I keep forgetting stuff." Oz and Willow stared at the titanic girl. "It's true!" she said. Oz seemed to realise it would be better to be on the right side of someone whose bicep was bigger than his head and nodded. "OK, sure," he said, "we can explain on the way to the Bronze." Cordelia shook her head, making the muscles on her neck dance. "We're not going to the Bronze," she said decisively. "We're going to visit Xander's grave." With that, she headed straight for Sunnydale's largest cemetery. Oz and Willow followed.
They walked in silence for a couple of minutes, Oz and Willow trotting to keep up with their gigantic friend. Willow explained: "When you first got your calling, Xander, Giles and I were the only ones who knew. Somehow," she laughed at the memory, "we managed to pass off your, er, expansion as a gland problem." Oz chuckled. "Anyway, you saved Xander and me when the Master first tried to rise." Cordelia shuddered. Her only encounter with the Master had been seeing his bones in the library. "Later that year, the Master did rise. He knew how strong you were, how you were unique. He kidnapped Xander, who you were dating, knowing you'd go to rescue him." She paused. "So you left to find him. Alone. When you found the Master, he had Xander by his side. He was a vampire." Cordelia shuddered again. Some small part of her was saying, "We dated?! In this universe, where I could have anyone I wanted?" Most of her was just overcome with grief. "You – said you – had to kill him," Willow continued, with some difficulty, "and then killed the Master. We all felt so low," she finished. "How come you can't remember that?"
Cordelia decided to level with them. "I'm not your Cordelia," she said quietly. "I mean, I might look like her," she paused to look down at her mammoth body, "but I'm not her. I can't explain right now," she finished lamely. Oz nodded. He knew what it was to keep secrets. The team had reached the cemetery. "I'll lead the way," he said.
They made their way through the headstones in silence. Cordelia was desperate to return to her world now. "Maybe Giles will know how to do it," she thought, her face brightening. "We're here," Oz announced quietly and stepped out of the way to allow Cordelia to see. The superwoman fell to her knees, sinking into the ground a little. "Oh, Xander," she cried, tears running down her cheeks. "I never meant for this to happen." Streams of tears fell from Cordelia's face. Willow and Oz didn't know what to do, so they put an arm around each other and watched. A minute or so later, Cordelia wiped her face and put on a determined expression. "We're going to see Giles," she said commandingly, "and find a way to get me home."
Meanwhile, Giles was still looking for mystical pendants. He had found several references to pendants in numerous volumes and couldn't narrow it down. "Blast!" he said, slamming his hand on yet another book which mentioned pendants. "I need more information!" "I think I can help," said Cordelia, arriving behind him. He span on the spot. "Cordelia!" he exclaimed. "What do you mean?" She unclasped the pendant and handed it to him. "I can tell you how I got this one-of-a-kind item."
Cordelia told the stunned gang how she had wished the world was like this. When she finished, Giles slapped his forehead. "Of course!" he cried, "a vengeance demon! She granted you the wish and the pendant created this world in accordance." He rifled through the books on his desk. Once he found the one he wanted, he held it aloft and thumbed through it to the appropriate page. "Yes… yes! Here." He then quoted direct from the text: "'In order to defeat Anyanka, one must destroy her power centre. This should reverse all the wishes she's granted, rendering her mortal and powerless again.'" He paused. "That must mean this pendant!"
"Correct," said an unearthly voice. All four turned to greet it. Cordelia gasped. It was Anya, in her human form, but she was barely recognisable. If Cordelia was huge then Anya was simply colossal. She was now seven feet tall but the changes didn't end there. Her neck was as thick as a bull's. She was as wide as a truck with breasts the size of basketballs, hovering serenely in front of pecs only a shade smaller. She was wearing a black catsuit and her huge erect nipples threatened to burst holes through it. Her shoulders were as big as pumpkins and they lead down to arms that were to die for. Biceps like crash helmets bulged leeringly at the group before smoothly turning into forearms like three telegraph poles tied together. At first glance it looked like her stomach was spilling over with fat but, in grim reality, it was her insanely large abs. Each improbable muscle, roughly the size of a watermelon, bulged and shifted under her suit as Anya breathed. Next came thighs capable of crushing diamonds; twin sets of muscles the size of small cars made Cordelia swallow. They lead to calves that were 'merely' enormous, coated in high-heeled boots that only served to accentuate the tower of strength above. Cordelia put on an air of bravado.
"So," she said, and couldn't help but put a note of fear in her voice as the others cowered behind her, "are you a demon or a beach hut?" Anya's lip curled as she started to approach slowly. "I like this world," she said. "It's wrong. Demons like me like wrong." Her fabulous muscles moved in perfect harmony as she approached, heels clicking eerily on the floor. "I knew how strong you were," she said, "so I made myself…" She stopped, ten feet away from the group. "… better." She raised her arms and flexed both biceps. Impossible, towering muscles appeared from her arms. They had to be at least 50 inches around. Cordelia swallowed again. "Good thing I'm smarter than you, then," she said and, without warning, charged the flexing demoness. Her speed caught Anya by surprise – or it would have done, had Cordelia not simply bounced off the evil amazon's body. Dazedly Cordelia looked up at her foe, whose chest was still bouncing from the collision. She was looking at her fingernails nonchalantly.
"You'll have to do better than that, Über-Slayer," she sneered. She hit Cordelia on the side of the head so hard that she crashed through the wall and landed in a heap outside. Anya bore down on her prey. Cordelia got to her feet and backed off. The demoness followed, increasing her pace. The Über-Slayer, still backing away from the vengeful powerhouse, lifted the stake she had used to such great effect earlier. "I've got a stake and I'm not afraid to use it!" she cried, her voice cracking. The others were peering cautiously out at the fight. Anya caught up to Cordelia, who dodged left and ran around her foe's right side, raising her stake as she did so. The wood splintered on contact and both women watched as a pile of sawdust formed on the ground.
"I am invulnerable," Anya whispered. "You will never defeat me." Cordelia turned tail and ran to the parking lot. Anya followed, keeping the same pace, enjoying the thrill of the hunt. Willow turned to Giles and Oz. "She's gonna be killed!" she gasped. Giles, to her surprise, shook his head. "She has a plan," he said confidently.
There was only one car left in the lot: Giles' Citroen. Cordelia crouched down, her incredible leg muscles shifting with the smoothness of pistons, and lifted the car. She shifted it around in her hands to get a good grip. Just as Anya rounded the corner, Cordelia threw. She hit the oncoming behemoth square in the head and both demon and machine crashed to the ground. Cordelia pumped her fists in relief when the noise subsided and Anya did not emerge. Nervously she walked towards the wreck. She stood over the scene and looked down at Anya's still form. The demoness' eyes were closed and she looked strangely at peace. Cordelia turned away to signal to the others that everything was OK.
The heroine had just opened her mouth to shout the others when a hand grasped her neck and stopped her short. She felt her body being lifted off the ground. "Invulnerable," a steely voice whispered in her ear. "All that time spent on the beach when you could have been finding out what these big long words mean." Anya hoisted Cordelia into the air. Her catsuit had ripped down the side, showing a good view of Anya's left-sided obliques and small portions of her immense abs. There was another tear at chest level, revealing Anya's proud right breast; her huge pink nipple the length and thickness of Cordelia's thumb, her areola the size of a saucer. Cordelia had enough time to notice the effect she'd had on the demon when she was thrust, full-force, through the wall. Anya pulled her back out of the hole she created, and screamed, "Like!" before ramming Cordelia's body through an intact section of the wall. She pulled the Über-Slayer out again and yelled "Invincible!" in her ear. The demoness moved to another untouched part of the wall and Cordelia went through again. Bruises were appearing all over her body. Her bikini top had ripped off, exposing her comparatively small yet still super-powered chest to the night air. Despite the astounding muscles her wish had given to her, Cordelia had never felt more helpless. "Unbeatable!" came Anya's third cry before Cordelia crashed through the wall again. The building was becoming unstable. Sensing this, Anya threw the broken heroine into the school and yelled a blood-curdling "ALL-POWERFUL!" as the building collasped on top of Cordelia.
Slowly Cordelia clawed her way out of the rubble. She was not bleeding but her body was a long procession of throbbing aches and psychedelic bruises. Eventually she emerged, coughing and in some pain, from the debris. The pendant which Anya craved so badly was still intact. The demoness was standing, hands on massive hips, watching Cordelia intently. Still defiant, the heroine grasped the pendant with both hands. "You want this?" she managed, through puffed-up lips. "Come – and – get it." With that, she undid the clasp and dangled it mockingly at her foe. Anya strode imperiously toward the Über-Slayer, crushing the wreckage beneath her feet as she did so. Just as she was within reach, Cordelia jumped back a few feet. Anya raised an eyebrow. "You know you've lost," she crowed. "You still haven't got the pendant," said Cordelia, flicking it slowly back and forth, like an old-fashioned hypnotist with a pocket watch. "I will have my power centre back," Anya stated and went for Cordelia again. Once more the heroine jumped back at the final minute, muscles stretching and releasing in perfect time. Anya's anger was beginning to boil over. "You can't do that forever!" she cried and ran for the Über-Slayer. A third time Cordelia jumped out of the way. Anya roared with frustration that this simple tactic was beating her. She charged her enemy, who this time did not move. Anya made a grab for the pendant. Cordelia swung it out of the way. She reached to grab it again and once more Cordelia moved it away from her grasp. The evil amazon glared at her opponent. She moved for the pendant again, this time grabbing it with all her strength.
There was a sound like glass being smashed.
Anya looked in horror at the triumphant Über-Slayer as shards of the green jewel that had been her power centre fell from her hands like other-worldly snow. The superdemon collapsed to her knees, causing the concrete of the parking lot to crack under her immense weight. Her own strength had beaten her. Cordelia grinned at her beaten foe. "Told you I was – " The world flashed white.
"I wish I was twice as strong as Buffy and it showed," Cordelia said. Anya turned to face her. "Done." Nothing happened. Cordelia grinned. "That would be cool! No, wait. I wish Buffy Summers had never come to Sunnydale." "Done!" Anya said, increasingly worried that her magic wasn't working. Cordelia was clearly enjoying her role; so much so that she failed to hear Anya. "And I wish that Xander Harris never again knows the touch of a woman. And that Willow wakes up tomorrow covered in monkey hair." Anya, now exasperated, said "Done!"
"In fact, I wish all men except maybe the dumb and the really agreeable kind disappear off the face of the Earth. That would be so cool!" She paused. "Or maybe…"
— THE END —Thanks to http://www.buffyworld.com/buffy/season3/transcripts/43_tran.shtml for providing the transcript that I worked from and thanks to you for reading! 😉
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